State of the da_lj

Wednesday, 1 June 2011 10:58 pm
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At the moment I'm:

feeling well-exercised. It turns out to be 13km round-trip from work, up to the local BBQ place, and home again. Dinner was a totally awesome shrimp poboy.

I"m slightly worried about [livejournal.com profile] roverthedog - she got an abscess next to her ear, and the vet gave us a fairly substantial set of drugs to deal with everything, including an ear infection. She's been wearing her Cone of Shame for a few days, though we trimmed it down so it's slightly less awkward. The cut is doing much better now than it was on the weekend, though, so I'm only feeling slightly anxious about how she's doing. She's a trooper, and she seems in good spirits (she even enjoys being pilled. What a cooperative dog!)

Really looking forward to the weekend- [livejournal.com profile] melted_snowball and I are off to Ithaca on Friday! Wegmans! And Viva Taqueria! And Quakers! Oh my!

A big regret is that we can't take Rover- we had been planning to, but it makes the most sense to kennel her at the vet's. It would be a tougher decision if 1) they didn't love her as much as they do, and 2) she didn't love staying there as much as SHE does.

I'm starting to feel nervous about the Quaker workshop I'm co-leading next weekend in Toronto. I will spend a bit of prep-time between now and then, and I am sure everything will go fine, and now having done this before, I can answer the question of "why the hell did I think this was a good idea?" - because during, and afterward, it is totally rewarding. It's just the before that's a bit anxiety-inducing. :)

I'm grateful for all of the people who spoke up at the Regional Council meetings these last two days, concerning light rail. If you read this, you know who you are- you rock. And I'm also grateful for the people who've been live-tweeting the council presentations. I am cautiously optimistic, though I think the next few weeks are going to feel more nerve-wracking to me than the federal elections were...

I'm frustrated that I got half-way through a book and it got auto-returned on me. I checked it out online, via the local library; it was good for 14 days and there was a hold on it. (Though really I don't know how many holds there are- so who knows when I can check it out again.) While I did take notes on the parts I had read, I'm not sure how easily I'll be able to reconnect with it whenever I can wrest it back again. ...Ironically given my inability to finish, it is Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life, about focusing one's attention on the things that matter to you. More words to come, I hope.

And speaking of Rapt, I was reading it over the unRapt long Weekend, which included celebrating Queen Vicky's birthday, my birthday, very few raptures, [livejournal.com profile] amarylliss visiting us from Toronto, and a few people over to watch Left Behind and Left Below.

And on that note, I think I'm Left for Bed. Night!

Berlin

Sunday, 14 March 2010 10:40 pm
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I'm going through the photos I took in Germany. Backwards. I've finished the last batch, from Berlin and Frankfurt. I thought I'd combine some of them with a writeup of the latter 4 days of the trip, something I've wanted to do for the last two weeks. Cut for the uninterested... )
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[sorry about the extra return characters in these posts; they don't appear on the ipod, even editing the entry, so I can't fix it until i'm at a computer. Anyway! Moving onward!]

Tuesday 17:47- I'm on the ICE train back to Göttingen from Kassel, which won't give me enough time to finish this entry. It took me an hour to make the trip in the other direction, with 4 stops in 50 km. This way will be 17 minutes. Zoom! [goobermunch, does that answer your question about 1.5 lightspeed? ;]

[back at the hotel] I'm fairly damp; it rained all day. I saw a wonderful science tool museum with clockworks from the 17th century, astrolabes, telephones from the turn of the last century, and suchlike, started as a collection by a local baron/scientist. My favorite exhibit was an ornate "astronomical clock" with faces for all seven planets, each with hands for where on the compass the planet would rise and set.

Kassel is regionally known as the site of a 5-yearly modern arts festival, which sounded like its permanent exhibits would have been neat to see, alas they were too far, or closed, or I failed to find them. I did a lot of wandering streets and photographing old buildings though.
I think I spent too much time wandering before I finally got on the tram for Wilhelmshöhe, a large park featuring two castles and a giant statue of Hercules. The closer larger castle, an ornate half-circle shape on top of a hill, containing a decent art museum, closed just as I got there.

It was icy and foggy; I barely could make out the other two sights through the fog.

The park felt like a fairy tale- train tracks through snow in a forest, castles through the mist on a hill... Inviting lights turning into will-of-the-whisps and turning off as soon as I approached... I did have fun overall, despite bad timing.

In the evening we went to a party thrown by a student in dan's host's group who just got a job in eastern Germany. So his advisor brought him lots of east-german techno.

I wish I had any conversational German; it felt weird being monolingual around so many multilingual people. German cultural note #n of many: my slice of chicken and broccoli pizza had a heavy cream sauce instead of cheese. It was tasty, but it reminded me of last night's dinner.

Lufthansa pilots are/were on strike. Hopefully the flight backlogs will be cleared up by my first return leg Sunday (Berlin to Frankfurt).

Wednesday 15:45- I'm in a coffee shop in Goslar, home of Rammelsburg mines, a museum and UNESCO heritage site. And a very spooky museum it was- underground, dripping water, nobody else around, spotlighted rusty equipment amidst the shadows. Perhaps creepiest- water dripping in a few exhibit cases. I took a huge number of photos. There were headphones with an English audio guide, which sounded like it had been written by fine arts students imitating German grammar. And yet, I have no reason to think it was poor translation. I couldn't figure out how to make a recording of any of it, but I was laughing out loud a few times. One notable clip was from the perspective of a piece of basalt. "I have been crushed and folded by the inexorable forces of millennia..."

But! There was an exhibit on a Christo project, called "Package on a Hunt", which involved an ore hopper wrapped in fabric and pushed around by Christo and Jean-Claude outside the mine in 1988.

There was another piece of art, near the entry, with ghostly miner outfits suspended from the (far above) ceiling by chains. I was not so fond.

The interpretive history exhibit feels like it can be summed up: "1000 years ago, they found copper here. Ore trading made this a powerful city for many hundred years, but it was to valuable to barons and princes so it was also invaded frequently, destroying each settlement in turn. Now we have a creepy museum instead."

English guided tours were only by advance arrangement, so I didn't do the "ride in an ore hopper" tour or the "wear a helmet and walk around the mine for an hour." Just as well, as I did find lots to see in Goslar (including tons of very old German houses, as Goslar wasn't bombed during the war at all.) I caught a bus that got me back to the train station, and a bit of food, then on the regional train to Hannover in ok time.

I'm feeling fairly worn out, and considered just going back to the hotel, but I think I can have ~45 minutes in what my guide book says is an excellent modern art museum.

18:23- well that was exciting. I just had the equivalent of a visitor to... Well, somewhere 100km from some big city...
Bleh, metaphor fail. Anyway, I had a rapid walking tour of Hannover. Museum didn't work out for me; it was too far and routing was confoosing. But I did find the essential sights to walk past, including Liebniz's house (ugh, too ornate) and nearby, a church that was turned into a WW2 monument in its bombed out condition, including a bell connected with Hiroshima. The opera house and old city hall are beautiful, as is... (I'm not yet sure which building it is, but it looked like a glass confection with cubes piled in odd not-quite-stable-looking arrangements. I'm sure I'll figure it out tomorrow.)

I hopped on a medium-fast train, which is to say 200kph, getting me back to the hotel before dan. Can I just say, if I could get to Toronto in 35 minutes by train, I would be such a happy boy? Of course, also, the fast trains are a huge money sink; I believe from The Economist they have been deemed "a mistake", but I'd like to see how it plays out over the next decades. I wonder if, like building more roads, they mostly invite more travel and more frequent trains?...

23:00- dinner with dan's host and colleagues; i'm quite socialed out. Good folks, just too much talking for me.

Thursday, 11:00- this evening we're off to Berlin. Today is a quiet day, I think. I considered another trip to Hannover, but I'd rather rest up. It's rainy again.

15:53- hah. Rest? I spent most of the day wandering Göttingen, once the rain stopped.
I found the farmer's market (on Tuesday I was looking in the wrong part of Marktstraße) and had cheese and pastry. There was a Catholic church with optical illusions on the columns, a not-so-exciting modern exhibit in Old Town Hall, and the outside of a number of places including the house where Gauß worked, Bismark's house and a tower somehow related to him (?) but it's for rent? *shrug* And a babbling brook. I probably should have rested more, but I guess there is the 2+ hr train to Berlin this evening.

Overall I'm having a good time; I have seen a lot that made me smile. It's too bad more tourist things are closed, but that's what I get for visiting in the off season. I wish my ipod came with wireless so I could sometimes figure out where the heck I am or what it is I'm looking at. Maybe I should have rented a gps or something. Or if the wikitravel app wasn't so bad- it caches pages, but only for a short while, so all my Germany info went "poof" before the trip started. And finally, there is the DeutcheBahn app- which is immensely useful if I have wifi, and utterly useless without. For such a well-designed app, it was a rude discovery I didn't have a copy of the tour items I had thought I stored.

Chicago: days 2-5

Wednesday, 9 December 2009 01:16 am
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After my first 24 hours in Chicago...

Friday night, we were off to Steppenwolf Theatre to see American Buffalo, by David Mamet. I hadn't known anything about it, other than it being a classic, and it turned out to be a real treat. The seats were excellent (even though they were in the back row; it was a small theatre), and the play itself was disturbing and well done. "Disturbing" because it said much about friendship and "business" (read, shady dealings). The set made me smile- the stage was made to be a junk shop in a basement, with much of a real junk shop's worth of stuff cluttering the stage, with amazing lighting coming from "upstairs" or from florescent bulbs. Very intricate, as also were the story and the dialogue.

Saturday, we went for deep dish pizza at a nearby bar and didn't pay much attention to the (American) football on the tube, except when the guy next to us at the bar made a comment in our direction about a play. I burned my tongue on some marinara sauce.

We walked around Old Town, and we saw A Very Merry Unauthorized Children's Scientology Pageant. It was very merry, indeed. Fairly self-referentially funny (it started with a disclaimer about Scientology and Dianetics being copyright, etc etc.) The players were all kids, the set was very simple, and it was a 60-minute show. We agreed 60 minutes was a good length.

Then, to a Mexican restaurant, where our dinner was overshadowed by the blind-date a table over, where the guy really needed a hearing-aid, because we didn't need to hear him strike out.

Sunday: more touring around, including The Art Institute of Chicago, which has added a large wing since I was last there in 2006. High points for me: a temporary exhibit called "Light Me Black" - the floor was drywall punched with a lot of craters, and some hundred florescent tube lights were suspended in the middle of the room. Entering, we were told, "please watch your step and don't make more holes." It was remarkably stark, and I liked that. There was also a wonderful exhibit on Arts and Crafts in Britain and Chicago; not only Frank Lloyd Wright, but Stickley furniture, Tiffany glass, and photos by Alfred Stieglitz and others. I was amazed by two finds: a self-portrait by Edward Steichen, a bichromate gum photograph which appears as a painting- Steichen manipulated the print with brush-strokes to add both white and black shades. I stood there studying it for quite a while. ...And there was a neat piece by Marion Mahony Griffin, a line drawing of a Frank Lloyd Wright house which used space and light/dark in a stylistically Japanese way. I appreciated how the exhibit called out a number of associations between Arts and Crafts and design elements taken from Japanese forms in the mid-1800s- lots of connections I hadn't known of.

In the evening, we popped off to Alinea for the most decadent dinner I've ever had. Twelve courses )

So that's how I ended my Chicago trip; with a hangover, pulling my bags through a new layer of snow, back through the Red Line, Orange Line L, to Midway (a bit concerned about time; the train was slow; but then my plane was late arriving), back to Toronto Island, back to Royal York Hotel, where I sat and read for an hour because my late plane meant I missed the earlier bus back, then dragged myself up to the Greyhound station to catch the 3pm bus home, which got me in the door at 5:30.

Which, I'll note, was just exactly 24 hours after the caviar, champagne, and quail eggs.

This life, it is a good one.

Oh, finally: I think Porter was a good choice, but not a great choice. I didn't pay more for the plane ticket, the departures lounge in Toronto was wonderful; but on the way back, missing that bus meant I got home two hours after I'd hoped I would, turning a 7-hour travel day into 9-hour travel. *shrug* It was a good experiment, at least.
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Things I've decided:

A flash drive is a stupid way to move 500mb of data from one machine to another, if the source computer only has USB1 and it's transmitting MUCH slower than that (something like 1mb per minute, tops). ..But, given that putting the second computer on the fixed network was too much of a pain, it's the only reasonable answer I had in this situation. Ah well.

A Greyhound bus to Toronto is a stupid way to get a signature authenticated, but since the only allowable authentication agents are US Notary Publics, and it couldn't wait until the next time I was in the US, I did it. Ah well. It certainly wasn't cheap- $23 ticket, $30 US notary public at the US Consulate, and it'll be something like $10 to mail the piece of riveted-and-embossed papers back. You want a story? Ok, here's a story.

The US Consulate is a strange place. It's so secure you can't bring in a backpack, briefcase, or anything electronic into the building. My morning went like this:

Go to the bus station at 8, queue for a ticket, queue for the bus, get on 8:30 bus, take a short nap, discover we're taking highways I don't recognize, decide they're the 407, go back to my book, get into Toronto at 10:20, put my briefcase/cell-phone/ipod into a locker, walk a few blocks to the back door of the consulate, tell them I need something notarized, go through the metal-detector, watch them radio ahead that someone (me) is going to the third floor, pass through no less than three security checkpoints, pass a large room with mostly-nonwhite people getting visas, have people with guns open doors for me, press my own elevator-up button, not see any security cameras in the elevator, get off at the third floor, get totally confused because I'm in a room full of Mennonite families, find the reception desk at the far end of the room (no signs), spend a while watching Mennonites watch the weird city folk, get my paperwork paid for and notarized and signed (she had a nice pen), go out the door at 10:50 only passing one security guard, waste an hour of the morning because of the 2-hour gap in busses back home, not buy clothes, not buy DVDs, buy an Alfred Bester book I've been looking for, buy a veggie dog and fries in front of City Hall, eat lunch, get on the 12:30 bus, not nap even though I really wanted to, and get home at 2.

Then, half a day of work, which fortunately seems to be finishing up right about now. :)
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What a fun day. How odd it is, that having just concluded I was probably an introvert, in a conversation in [livejournal.com profile] frankie_ecap's journal, that I had such an energizing day being unabashedly extroverted.

The best part for me was the unexpected ease of connecting with people. Lots of people were curious about the mechanics of how Quakers operated; and I found that LJ conversations with you smart lot were very helpful at putting my responses into useful language. You know how sometimes, you're teaching something and you can see exactly where the other person is at by the questions they're asking? It only happened a few times, but they were verra cool.

Now, I have huge problems with prostel prosthetiz prostheletizing. (...see?) Ultimately I think that word describes a form of violence on another person's psyche, based on manipulation... and patriarchalist religious assumptions.

I have to do some thinking about what doesn't bug me in the realm of talking about religion with strangers. (Maybe it's the fact that at this festival we had a huge whack of common ground at the outset of the conversations, and a fair motivation to learn.) Yeah. I'll keep thinking about it.

The festival's setup was: a bandshell at the bottom of the hill in the local park. In a straightish line up the hill, a double column of tables, each for an organization or vendor. The groups included the local Humanists (who organized and funded the event), Falun Dafa and the Bahai (the only two other explicitly religious groups besides the Quakers!), one anti-domestic-violence group, a housing co-op raising money for Amnesty, the Green Party (on my one side), Community Money (on my other side), and [livejournal.com profile] pnijjar's Fair Vote Ontario across the way from our table. It seemed to me that there were fewer hemp and craft vendors than I remember from last year, which was fine by me.

There was bright sun all day, and it was brutal. I'm glad for the sunscreen I put on, for the tree that provided partial shade, and for the sun umbrella we could move around for better shade. I went through 3 litres of water, probably a day's record for me. Plus another 500ml over dinner.

The organized program started around noon. They alternated bands and speakers at the bandshell. The sound setup was bad: the bands were audible all the way up the hill, but the speakers were only audible to the lower 1/3 of the tables. Which meant the majority of people at the festival couldn't hear the speakers. I asked one of the organizers about this; he asked the sound guy, and the sound guy said that was as good as he could do. I hope this can be fixed for next year.

I was the first presenter. I was preceded by a band, who played fairly good electronica. 20 people in the audience when I got there, and maybe 10 when I finished; and 5 of those were other Quakers. But, near the beginning when I looked up, there were a few dozen people standing a way up the hill, around the tables, listening.

The only other speakers I heard were [livejournal.com profile] pnijjar, who did a fine job explaining the Ontario Voter Referendum on proportional representation in just ten minutes, something I could never have done. I also heard a speech by a (30s-ish) woman begging everyone to reach out to teenagers, to look past the violent media they consume and try and guide them to better options, and don't write them off because they look scary. She seemed more passionate than many of the people I saw. I really would've preferred being able to hear more of the speakers.

At the Quaker table, we had anywhere from 3 to 5 people around at any time; a total of 9 of us over the day. I was surprised at how much difference that made, just for myself, compared with last year when I was alone for at least half of the day. Only off-and-on visitors to the booth. But we seemed to hit a critical mass of visitors a few times, when conversations would draw in other visitors. That was neat. I believe I saw the same happening across the way, at the Fair Vote Ontario table. I didn't see it happen at the Green Party tent.

My favourite moment was mid-afternoon, when I saw a guy with a Perl tee-shirt walk past. So I jumped up and accosted him. It turns out he's a friend of [livejournal.com profile] elbie_at_trig and [livejournal.com profile] thingo. He came over and we had a wonderful wide-ranging conversation for about half an hour (and I really need to learn more about Martin Buber's I and Thou, which he compared to Quakerism's "answering that of God in each other". Also I need to email his girlfriend some information about google labs and public-transit..) Elbie came by once or twice for a chat and eventually dragged him away. ;)

I suppose I could have more to say about the festival but I feel done for this post.
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Google Labs' Transit has great potential; for the regions already covered, it looks like just the ticket.

The specs don't look so complicated; I wonder how much it would cost to import our local transit system.

According to the Google Group, Toronto's given Google their complete transit info, and may become another test-bed.

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